Stolen By The Bratva King (NYC Russian Royals #2)

Chapter 38

38

Leon

I ’m gonna fuck Emery on her old bed, in her family home.

There’s something perverse about it but that won’t stop me. In fact, it’s only adding to the experience.

My wife has that punch-drunk look I’m starting to crave, the look of a woman who is warming up fast to the reality of having sex with a man who adores her.

I love to see it: heavy lids, flushed chest, tangled hair. Skin gleaming, lips swollen and reddish from being kissed hard, like she deserves.

I have another use for those lips.

“Get your mouth around this, beautiful girl,” I say, brandishing my erection. “I have an idea, but I need some attention first.”

She doesn’t need to be told twice. Emery gets into position, and I sigh as she takes me deep into her throat.

I will never take this feeling for granted. Mine is the only cock she will ever suck, and she goes at it like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted.

My groan is a low rumble in my chest as I rake my hands through her hair, pulling her mouth onto me as I thrust.

“I love the way you do that, val’kiriya .”

Emery gags, and I let her recover before shoving my length deep again. “Open up and take it.”

Her hands are on my thighs, squeezing in time to my movements. The sensitive head of my cock smashes into the back of her throat, and the smooth muscle constricts, seizing against my girth as I surge back and forth between her wet lips.

Without warning, my climax sprints toward me, ready to drag me over the edge.

Fuck, no. I can’t come, not yet.

I pull free and grab my throbbing cock, gripping the base firmly as I fight it back. Emery drops back onto her hands and watches me, her jaw slack at the sight.

“That’s so hot,” she gasps, her chest heaving as she recovers from my onslaught. “Why did you stop?”

“Remember I said I had an idea?” I shed my pants and sit on the end of the bed. “Come around here and sit on my cock, facing the wall.”

She frowns. “I don’t know if I can cope. And I’d rather face you, not the other way.”

“Because of the mirror?”

I noticed it as soon as I came into the room: a full-length wall mirror that perfectly reflects the end of the bed.

That’s not all I spotted; pinned to the frame are pictures cut from magazines and catalogs—Victoria’s Secret models, swimwear photoshoot poses, that kind of thing.

Teen Emery’s thinspiration.

Emery’s voice is laced with embarrassment.

“Yes, because of the mirror. I don’t want to see myself, especially not when your perfection is right there to make me look worse.”

I pull off my shirt, and now I’m naked. I pull her to her feet, guiding her around the bed to me, and she perches on my knee, keeping her eyes on my face and away from her reflection.

“Take a look at me first,” I say softly as I stroke my cock. “What do you see?”

Emery glances at the mirror. “You’re amazing,” she whispers. “So strong and fit and sexy. Those tattoos only accentuate the effect. I’m still not over the video you sent me, either.”

“Let me ask you something,” I say, my free hand delving between her thighs. “What do you think made me obsessed with you from the moment we met?”

She looks confused, and her lips part as I slide my fingertip between her pussy lips, grazing her still-sensitive clit.

“I don’t know,” she says. “My capability as a doctor?”

I laugh and press my lips to the hollow of her neck.

“Cute, but let me clue you in on something important. Your good heart, professional competence, and sweet nature are all things I love you for now that I know you better. But I went gaga for your body, Emery. My gaze lingered on those stunning curves, and I was gone.”

She giggles. “How objectifying.”

I work my fingertip more firmly against her, and she parts her thighs wider with a shuddering gasp.

“Don’t tell me you don’t like it,” I say. “You’re gonna bounce on my cock and watch your glorious body as it moves with me. Now stand up and get on it.”

I push her to her feet, and she squats over me, facing the mirror. Her big round ass sits neatly in my hands as I guide her, biting my lip as the tip of my cock finds her tightness.

She tenses as I slide her slowly down, her inner walls yielding until I’m as deep as I can go.

“You look so pretty when you’re full of my cock.”

I kiss her cheek, watching the mirror as I slip my hand between her legs, the other wrapping her throat. “Now lift your heels up onto the mattress so you can ride me right here.”

Emery moves as instructed, and the position opens her up even more.

She groans as my last inch sinks into her pussy. I move my fingertips over her clit, and she begins to flex her quads, raising herself off my shaft.

Sweet Christ.

She’s taking it slow, getting used to the feeling, but it’s torture. I want her to feel empowered, to understand she’s a goddess, but I’m not sure I can handle letting her take the wheel.

I focus on our reflection, trying to ignore the sublime view of my cock disappearing inside her each time she lowers her hips, and realize her eyes are closed.

“Look at yourself,” I murmur in her ear, stepping up my attention to her clit. “You’re beautiful, Emery. So fucking beautiful.”

Her eyes are open now, and as they meet mine in the mirror, we both come undone.

I squeeze her throat as I thrust up into her, meeting her movements and plunging deep into her cunt as it spasms around me, her internal walls pressing in.

I release her throat so I can cover her mouth again, and she squeals into my palm, drenching me in a fresh surge of juice as I unload my come into her depths.

I fall onto my back, taking her with me, and she rolls face-first onto the bed, panting into the sheets.

“How can we live this way?” she asks. “Who are you? How can you lead such a dangerous, immoral life yet care for me the way you do? It doesn’t make sense.”

I prop myself on my elbow and look at her.

“I can’t explain, moya zhena . All I know is that I’m sorry. Sorry for lying, for manipulating you, and for letting your father get hurt. As long as I live, I will never put myself before you ever again.”

The following morning…

We took a room in the house that was better suited to sharing, with a comfortable Cali king. After the drama of the day, I was consumed by the worst exhaustion I’d ever felt, and I realized just how afraid I’d been.

Violence, threats, the constant undercurrent of menace and volatility; I’m used to that. But Emery is part of that now, and the stakes may be too high for me to bear.

I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling.

The whole thing is kinda ironic—for me to love her enough to care what happened to her, I had to pull her close and refuse to let her go.

In doing so, I put her in mortal danger, a danger I don’t yet understand.

I check my cell to find an unprecedented zero notifications.

Weird. Viktor’s messages usually range from essential business intel to random trivia and crude jokes, but pointless or not, receiving no communication is strange. Especially when he’s supposed to be interrogating the only person who can lead me to Dante.

I dress and head for Alec’s study to find him awake, Emery at his side. He’s wrinkling his nose at French toast but enjoying a milky coffee, and his face has its color back.

“Good morning, Leon.” He nods at the empty chair on the opposite side to Emery. “Come and sit for a while.”

“Glad to see you looking so well,” I reply. “Where’s Demyan?”

“I came down at six and let him get some rest,” Emery says with a smile, meeting my eyes. “He went to the fitness suite first, then reappeared long enough to do one last check before getting his head down.”

“So Dr. Brodsky was wandering around with no shirt after getting his pump on?” I shake my head. “That’s what you’re telling me. I know him.”

Emery’s smile breaks into a broad grin. “If I were someone else or wanted him dead at your hands, I’d say he was gorgeous. Is he single?”

“Aggressively so. Our Dr. Brodsky is real loner, which is a loss to the guys and girls of New York.”

“He’s bisexual?”

“Yes. He says he’s just indiscriminate, which is one way of putting it.”

Alec laughs, and Emery fans herself with her hand. “Whew. Say less!”

I wink at my wife. “I had my moments in college, too.”

Her eyes widen. “I will be asking about that later. Also, is it hot in here?”

Alec pats her hand affectionately. “Let me ask your man something, honey.” He turns to me. “Am I safe here? I know now that I was wrong to assist Dante, but I thought you were the dangerous one. I gotta admit it, son; I’m terrified.”

“I’ll leave Demyan and a garrison of trusted bratva soldiers to fortify the house,” I say. “I’m the bastard who used your love for your daughter for my own gain; it should be me lying in the bed, if not the ground. You rest and get better.”

“You’ll leave Emery with me?”

I glance at my wife. She shakes her head.

“I’m going with him, Dad.” She kisses his cheek. “If yesterday proved anything, it’s that Leon and I are Dante’s true targets. I will not lure someone to this house with my presence and risk you being hurt.”

“I know better than to argue with you when you take that tone,” Alec says, releasing her hand. “What’s the plan?”

“You’re not the only old man in danger because of me.” I stand, picking up my jacket. “And besides, it’s about time Emery met my only living relative.”

“Be careful out there,” Alec says, his expression warm as I reach for Emery’s hand. “If love was armor, Dante could show up in a tank, and I’d still bet on you two.”

I smile but turn away, touched by his words but afraid of the simple faith in his eyes. He makes me think of Desi and of myself before my own limitations snuffed out my self-belief.

What if I can’t protect Emery? What if the relentless pressure of loving her strikes fear into my heart like a stake, leaving me bleeding and weak in the face of the escalating threats?

The worst thing is that I still don’t know what’s going on. There’s something I’m missing, some key information that will slot into place and show me the full picture, but for now, I’m in the dark.

“Oh, and Leon?”

I glance over my shoulder at Alec. “Yes?”

“Less of the ‘old man’. There’s life in me yet if I can lay off guns for a while. Luckily, something about yesterday really put me off ‘em.”

Emery blows a kiss, and I give him a respectful nod. I like the guy; he reminds me of my own father. They’d have got along great.

“Da, Alec. I’ll make a few calls and see that you’re safe. Rest easy, svekor .”